Thursday, June 15, 2006

 

JUST SWEATED THROUGH MY SHIRT PLAYING NO-TOUCH-GROUND TAG

FUCKING PURE OWNAGE OF MY LITTLE HOUSE ON THE PRAIRIE T-SHIRT.

PROBABLY WON'T WASH IT UNTIL LABOR DAY.

SERVED UP A SEVERE DOES OF ATHELETICS AND STEALTH ON THOSE FUCKING 3RD GRADE NERDS.

HEY SOCCER MOM, TREVOR FELL OFF THE ROPE BRIDGE. AGAIN.

LOOKS LIKE HE WILL BE SITTING THIS ONE OUT EARLY. AGAIN. I'M SURE YOU ARE PROUD.

IN TEN MINUTES I WILL BE MAKING MY POWER SNACK.

MARSHMELLOW AND RASPBERRY JAM SANDWICH ON GRAHAM CRACKERS.

NO YOUR CHOLESTEROL CAN NOT AFFORD.

ENJOY YOUR BRAN MUFFIN AND SALAD FOR LUNCH. DON'T SPILL ON YOUR KAHKIS OR FRENCH BLUE SHIRT, FUCKING DRONE.

MRH,
I AM A FUCKING BALERINA

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